So I was lying on my bed, about to fall asleep. And that’s usually when my head is packed full of thoughts, churning until they dissolve into a nonsensical mess which then finally transports me to a dream.
The thought that just occurred to me that had urged me to crawl out of bed and type here is that: I’m always, constantly try to look for a reason, for a meaning. behind everything. The only thing I don’t seem to question is delicious food. Maybe that’s why I’m always losing grasp of my common sense, because I abandon it in order to try see simple things in a more complicated way.
Anyways, just a thought.
